Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

There was a cold light in the man's long and narrow eyes, and when he loosened his fingertips, the silk fabric gently fell back on his body.

Ah Song took a breath, and the little canine teeth at the corners of his mouth froze.

It took him a while to digest Zhong Xun's words.

"Oh, yes." Asong's eyes widened, he stared at Zhong Xun and blinked, then slowly turned to Jiang Jian, and asked probingly, "But Brother Jian is the kind who can be chased after you spend money on him." person?"

Zhong Xun glanced at him: "Sorry, we have already skipped that stage."

Thanks to the insane character design of the program group.

"Which stage? Already together? Now the program group is so open? Did you two want to elope when you left the village that day? You slept at my house all night, and progress is so fast?"

"I'll answer you when you take off your clothes."

"Okay, take it off now."

Speaking of which, Ah Sung enthusiastically began to unbutton his shirt.

In the blink of an eye, a row of buttons were all unbuttoned, revealing his thin ribs.Then, put your hands on the pajama pants.

"...can you please be quiet?"

Jiang Jian numbly listened to Zhong Xun and Ah Song's back-and-forth, increasingly uncontrollable conversation, and wanted to kick them both.

He lifted the quilt and covered Ah Song's head: "Put on your clothes."

"That's right, since it's for Brother Jian, it's Brother Jian's clothes!" Asong pinched the neckline and looked at Jiang Jian with bleary eyes, "Isn't it enough for Brother Jian to agree?"

There was water in the boy's eyes, like a pitiful puppy.

Zhong Xun also glanced at Jiang Jian.

Jiang Jian looked away from Ah Song without any fluctuation in his heart.

Turning to Zhong Xun, he said, "What are you and the kid fussing about? Do you know that he can take off his ass in front of you without any worries?"

"..."

"The embarrassing ones will be the two of us then."

There was no prejudice or disgust in Jiang Jian's calm eyes, just like the calmness and gentleness in the ancient pagoda of Qingluan Village.

Ah Song stuck out his tongue, turned his face away, and fastened the buttons one by one.

Zhong Xun was caught off guard by those eyes, and lost his voice for a moment.

There is always an expression on this face that he has never seen before, which feels both miraculous and melancholy.

"Yeah." He responded in a muffled voice, his eyes shifted to Ah Song, and the young man flipped his neckline lightly with his fingers.

Suddenly, he saw the mottled skin of the boy hidden under his clothes.

"What's going on?" He lifted his chin lightly, his expression suddenly became serious, "Burn?"

"Before I became Asong, my way of death."

Zhong Xun turned to look at Jiang Jian.

Jiang Jian took a chair and stuffed it behind Zhong Xun, and pressed him down: "I wanted to tell you about this before, but you insist on arresting the children's appearance."

"..."

15 minute later.

"That's the way it is. Mr. Chang Ji told me that he is going to reissue the wristband. What do you think of this matter?"

"what!"

As soon as Jiang Jian finished speaking, Zhong Xun, who had listened to the ins and outs, grabbed Ah Song by the collar and carried him outside.

"Brother Jian!" Asong struggled twice, tears welling from the corners of his eyes.

"Shut up if you don't want to die again." Zhong Xun glanced at him, "Or let Brother Jian be buried with you."

Jiang Jian froze for a moment, not knowing what Zhong Xun was going to do, but seeing his solemn face, he hurriedly followed behind him.

After walking two steps, he raised his hand and rubbed Lei A Song's head.

"...?"

There was a trace of bewilderment in the tearful eyes.

Ah Song suddenly felt like a child caught and beaten by his father, while his mother comforted him.

The classic configuration of "one sings the bad face, the other sings the red face".

... just outrageous.

The accommodation area of ​​the entire studio is like a row of hotel apartments.

However, every door is exactly the same, and there is no numerical house number on the door.Every corner is exactly the same and it is easy to get lost in the floors.

Only the person in charge of the scene can prompt the location through the personal wristband, and it seems difficult for the guests to communicate with each other.

Through the long corridor, Zhong Xun stopped in front of a certain door.

The fingerprint lock opened in response.

"Wow! What kind of luxury suite is this! It's three times the size of Brother Jian's room!" Ah Song had forgotten the fear of being pinched by Zhong Xun on the back of his neck, and opened his mouth wide, "Is this the treatment of the top of the popularity list?! "

Zhong Xun threw Ah Song on the bed, turned around and walked into the back room, came out after a while, took a wristband and put it on the bed: "Record fingerprints."

"This is?" Jiang Jian took a look at it, it was exactly the same as her own wristband, and handed it to Ah Song.

Zhong Xun sat down on the sofa: "You don't need to make up for it, just register your name at my venue."

"why?"

"The replacement will be re-connected to the system database, and his rebirth and resurrection will be uploaded to the cloud. No one knows the consequences, understand?"

Ah Song put on the wristband, his thumb hung in front of the panel hesitantly.

"Understood. I was...going to the Badlands after I died."

Unintentionally breaking the established rules, no one can predict what kind of sanctions will be imposed if this matter is discovered.

"Besides, you didn't expect to come back. If it wasn't for Jiang Jian, you would still be in Qingluan Village." Zhong Xun said, "Even if you can accept any sanctions, what will he do?"

"It may be implicated because of me."

Asong whispered, pressing down heavily with his thumb.

The prompt sound of No. 001 sounded in Ah Song's mind, it was a series of long-lost system voices.

"I understand, you're not for me." He propped his hands on the sofa, pouted his mouth and looked at Jiang Jian, "You're just afraid that I'll hurt brother Jian."

Jiang Jian looked up at Zhong Xun.

Zhong Xun snorted lightly and got up: "From today onwards, you will sleep with me."

"...?"

Damn, this person just doesn't want him to share a bed with Brother Jian, right? !

"I don't... um!"

Before he could argue, a pile of clothes was thrown into his arms.

"Wear these casually." Zhong Xun took a few clothes from the closet and threw them to him, "Don't run around, I have your location."

Asong curled his lips, put the clothes in his arms aside, and muttered in a low voice: "Did brother Jian give you some ecstasy soup? You were obviously not such a person before..."

Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows: "Have we met before? What's your name?"

"We met once." Ah Song raised the corner of his mouth, "Song Zhihui, do you still remember me?"

The boy said his real name crisply, with a happy smile on his faintly exposed little tiger teeth.

Name is a kind of mantra, as if traveling through mountains and rivers, to find the long-lost self.

Jiang Jian frowned, feeling like she had heard this name somewhere before.

Before he could think carefully, he suddenly saw Zhong Xun's face darken, and he slammed the door and went out.

Jiang Jian: "...?"

Song Zhihui blinked: "Yes, some festivals."

Not knowing what he thought of, the boy lowered his eyes, held his face in his hands, and buried himself deeply in the bed.

"It's okay, you have a good rest, I'll go find him."

Zhong Xun didn't go far.

Jiang Jian saw him as soon as he opened the door, leaning lazily against the wall, his shirt outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his slender legs blocked his way.

"Drinking?" He raised his eyes slightly, "I told you to buy you a drink before."

"No, ice water is fine."

Jiang Jian followed Zhong Xun to the public lounge and sat down in the innermost booth of the bar on the second floor.

The bartender brought a glass of ice water and a glass of red wine, his eyes lingered on the two of them, and he even took an extra look at Jiang Jian when he left.

Zhong Xun didn't seem to notice other people's gaze, raised his glass and touched Jiang Jian's rim lightly.

Jiang Jian touched her back: "What do you respect?"

Zhong Xun took a sip, smacked carefully, and said, "Jing is back safely, and Jing is safe and sound."

Jiang Jian nodded and tapped her fingertips on the table.

"Just ask what you want to ask." Zhong Xun smiled, "We have already opened the spirit sharing, so there is a basic trust between us."

"Ah Song...ah no, Song Zhihui, have you ever participated in a show with him?"

"Just one episode." Zhong Xun sneered, "Competitive variety show. He quarreled with his teammates, and when he got angry, he turned around and punctured all my tires. Then he told me obediently that he did it on purpose."

"..."

Jiang Jian could imagine that scene.

He had worked with similarly symptomatic adolescents before, who had a desire to perform, a lack of shame, and occasional displays of sexual promiscuity.

Every move that seems to be without warning can always easily arouse the anger of others.

Distorted emotions, behaviors driven by primitive desires are involuntary, and are allowed to grow wildly by the environment.

No one is born that way.

Symptoms are difficult to improve without psychotherapy, neurofeedback, and appropriate psychopharmacologic treatment.

"He needs someone to guide him on how to adapt to this society and get along well with others." Jiang Jian lowered his eyes, "But it's not an easy task."

"I have no obligation to educate him."

"I know, but keeping him by your side is also a disguised form of protection."

Zhong Xun didn't show it on the face, but Jiang Jian could feel the warmth in his heart.He is more capable than anyone else in protecting Song Zhihui.

Zhong Xun nodded indifferently.

"Apart from him, do you have anything else to say or ask?"

Jiang Jian thought for a while: "Where did the wristband come from?"

"Something outside the law." Zhong Xun shrugged, "It's inconvenient to say the origin."

"It's not for me to keep Ah...Song Zhihui here?"

"How to say?" Zhong Xun looked at him curiously.

"Although I don't know how capable you are, at least... you want him to exist outside of the rules." Jiang Jian's voice did not fluctuate, "Including but not limited to letting your exclusive record follow your orders."

Zhong Xun shook his head helplessly and took a sip of his wine.

I don't know when it started, the man in front of me can always see the essence through the phenomenon, and see him through at a glance.

"That's right." He rolled his eyes, "But does this conflict with being for you? It's not wrong to say it's for you."

Jiang Jian was puzzled.

"I already know the content of the character design." Zhong Xun said, "Thanks to your character design, I entered the punishment room for the first time. It was because I didn't cooperate with you."

The scene where Jiang Jian asked herself to hug him, but was rejected by her righteously and sternly, was deducted a lot of points in terms of character fit.

"I..." Jiang Jian obviously didn't expect that Zhong Xun would be punished by his own character design.

He suddenly remembered his experience in the punishment room, the experience of being bloody hurt by someone he cherished.

He also thought of the person Zhong Xun said he liked in his heart but failed to confess.

...someone got hurt because of him.

"Is the punishment... serious?"

"I can bear it." Zhong Xun said calmly, "It's all an illusion, it's all fake."

But the mental exhaustion and heartache are real.

Jiang simply stood up straight, and bent over guiltily: "Sorry, if I knew this was the case, I should have told you when we met."

Having said that, the suspicion and vigilance of the two when they first met are still as vivid as yesterday.

The top of his head suddenly sank.

A pair of broad palms landed on his curly hair, patting soothingly.

"Look up at me." There was a hint of drunkenness in the ending voice.

Jiang Jian raised her eyes, but met Zhong Xun's serious gaze.

"It's meaningless to regret the past if you didn't know it earlier." Zhong Xun said, "How to deal with the future is the important thing."

Jiang Jian was silent for two seconds, and sat upright: "With your words, it should be easier to handle."

"What? Do you have an idea?"

Zhong Xun saw him pull out a napkin from the side, then took out Chen Yandong's ballpoint pen from his pocket, and scribbled a line on the napkin.

After finishing writing, Jiang Jian turned the tissue and pushed it in front of Zhong Xun.

"I know that your heart belongs to you, and you are under pressure both physically and mentally. It will be very difficult for you." Jiang Jian said lightly, "I don't want to do this kind of thing either."

If it weren't for the fact that the punishment for violating the personality would affect his mental state, Jiang Jian's rebellious nature would not be taken seriously at all.

On this point, he believes that he and Zhong Xun have common interests.

——Leaving here to recharge your batteries

"So based on the spirit of the contract, establishing boundaries and codes of conduct that are satisfactory to both parties is the most reasonable solution."

Zhong Xun took a closer look and saw "Rules of Implementation and Related Treaties for Variety Show Lovers" written on the tissue.

"...?"

The author has something to say:

Zhong Xun: I never thought that one day I would sign such a damn thing.

Jiang Jian: Rule number one, don't beat me up.

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